“Fuck me, Sullen.”
He lifts his chin, the lines around his jaw pulled tight. His eyes are dark, the only light pouring in from the bathroom. We must have left it on. Here, nothing matters.
Maybe not even this.
But I need him.
I pinch my nipple, throw my head back, tug until it hurts and tears spark behind my closed eyes.
I let my knees fall wide.
Let him scent me.
See me.
And I taunt him, because he loves it as much as he hates it.
“If you don’t fuck me,” I gasp, not looking at him. “I will let Cosmo piss inside me. I will let him fuck me after. I will take all of his cum and I?—”
I sense his shadow the moment before his fingers tangle in my hair and he jerks me to the edge of the bed, then shoves my mouth against his erection, over his pants.
“Yes.”I moan the word as I part my lips, the cotton along my tongue as I lick up and down him, then lift my gaze to his. His fingers are tight in my hair, hurting, pulling, and his lips are pressed harshly together.
He wants to hurt me.
I deserve it.
“You smoked with him.” An accusation from his lips.
I nod once, panting along the outline of his cock. “And what are you going to do about it, Sullen?” My eyes feel heavy, my heart racing, desire tangled in my brain.
Watching Maude get close to him, hearing her try to convince him I am unloveable, the way she is so shiny and perfect and dark, just like him, it makes me want to prove more how good I am for him. What I will do. What limits I have, which, as far as Sullen Rule is concerned, there are none.
Sullen jerks me away from his cock by his grip on my hair, like it is a leash. He steps back, but does not release me, then he lifts his free hand and slaps my tit.
I moan, dropping my head back, scrambling to let my feet hit the floor, parting my thighs for him, steadying myself.
He slaps my tit again. The same one. And again. The leather stings. The contact hurts. It is everything I have always wanted from him.
My mouth is wide, guttural moans coming from my throat as he strikes me again and again and again, but when he pushes two fingers over my tongue, further still, I do not expect it, and my stomach twitches as I gag on him inside my mouth.
I pop my eyes open and stare up at him.
“This,” he says, answering my question as he watches saliva drip from the edges of my mouth.
I bring up my hands, like a reflex to push him back so I can breathe, but he says, “Do not fucking dare, Karia, or I will slap you.”
He should not tease me like that.
I shove at his thighs, a smile curving around his gloved fingers choking me.
He retracts his hand, and he slaps me across the face so hard, my head spins, wetness along my cheekbone from my own spit.
Fuck.
The breath leaves me.
I do not turn to look at him as my pussy grows wetter and I realize I am naked and spread and abused before him and if he does not fuck me, I am going to lose my mind. He has never seen a princess throw a fit, despite the fact he thinks he has.
